“Will you please give it to me?”, Jedi whined, though politely.
“No. I’m not telling you my password.”
Jedi is on the computer a lot. A lot. Whether it’s to play games or watch silly videos on YouTube. But he was suddenly no longer content with being a spectator. He wanted his own YouTube channel to upload to. And to sign up, he needed my Google password.
He wasn’t giving up and I wasn’t giving in.
I’m rather lenient with what he can do online. He jumps from site to site and I’ve even set up a Facebook account for him, though it’s rarely used. None of this I’m extensively worried over because I supervise and feel in control. A YouTube account is where I drew the line, however. He’s a good kid, but there’s a bevy of temptation there. No one needs to see 30 clips of his butt.
Noticing my feet firmly planted, he went to the cabinet and brought down his money jar, setting it in my lap. “Here, tell me your password and you can have all my money.” I could tell he thought this was it. Bribery is the answer. He raced back to the computer and stood with his fingers at the keyboard, ready for when I’d recite each bought letter. Surely, I couldn’t turn down his bundle of saved birthday cash, it was like handing me the world. A very small, cheap world.
Because bribery is only effective if it’s not offensive.
“You have less than $10 in here”, I rebuked my son. “I’m worth a lot more than that.”